Today my husband came home, and whispered in the tones of a dying man: ‘I don’t feel so well… I may have caught the flu.’
My first thought was: ‘Tough! You’ll just have to keep going, just like I do!’
But then it hit me: if hubby was home, then I could make a break for it!
So I tenderly told him: ‘Why don’t you have nice lie down honey, and tomorrow you’ll call in sick. You can lie on the couch with a blanket, and watch the kids, while I pop out. It will give me a chance to do some grocery shopping, go to the library, and perhaps have a nice quiet lunch with me, myself and I.
For a while my husband stayed silent. Then he said, in a much stronger voice than before: ‘What do you know?! I suddenly feel much better! I do believe I’ll go to work tomorrow, for some peace and quiet.’